from MFK Fishers sardonic and darkly optimistic guide to wartime living, ‘how to cook a wolf’, the last paragraph on a chapter about cooking odors in blackout conditions: “or you can broil the meat, fry the onions, stew garlic in the red wine..and ask me to supper. I’ll not care, really, even if your nose is a little shiny, so long as you are self possesed and sure, wolf or no wolf, your mind is your own and your heart is another’s, and therefore in the right place.”